Thank you reviews, favourites and follows! To ALoyalReader, I haven't got around to adding Barry in yet, which will take a long time if I ever do end up adding him. As for the Young Justice...I'd love to tell you to be whelmed but I'm not going to be adding Young Justice. Dick will end up making an appearance though. Eventually.

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CHAPTER THREE

"My turn," James butted into the room, wand already in hand to take over the Freezing Charm from Lily. "Immobulus."

Everything sped up (at least, from Wally's point of view) with the man's spell, who was far stronger at Charm's than his younger sister. Wally appreciated it, as patient as he was, talking to someone when it seems like five minutes between replies and it takes them thirty or so seconds to say a word was exhausting and extremely frustrating. So far, only when his father was holding the Freezing Charm could he hold a normal conversation. James however, could make it seem like they were simply a little slow as long as Wally was also concentrating. On the opposite side of the spectrum, according to Al, he sounded like a pixie on pepper up when he forgot to slow himself down properly. Still after a week of this, he had almost gotten it down to pat in speaking and answering. His movements? Not so much.

Wally watched the Bat Bogey Hex Lily sent at James move in slow motion. The yellow beam was about an inch away from James' nose when he suddenly found himself pulled out of the way.

"Wally!" Lily hissed, turning to look at the other side of the room where a ruffled James sat next to the redhead. "It's not his turn until later!"

"I don't know why you guys have an obsession with putting Freezing Charms on me," Wally shook his head. "But that's no reason to hex him, Lils."

"She may or may not be angry with me for hexing her stalker."

"Stop calling him that!"

"Girls, girls, you're both pretty," Wally interrupted. "Seriously James, stop hexing Lysander. The dude's smitten. Even I can see that." Unfortunately for the man, Lily did not return his affections the same way as the blond had the wrong kind of anatomy.

"You all act like teenagers, and only Wally's got the excuse of actually being one," Al stepped into the room, carrying his signature tea. "Besides, James came in to take over you Lily. You've been called in for a case of noise control, Auror Potter."

Lily gave a small groan but got to her feet. She walked over and ruffled Wally's hair before giving him a peck on the cheek. "Don't strangle James while I'm gone, please. It causes so much paperwork."

"You wouldn't be assigned to the case, so you needn't worry," Albus drawled, taking a sip from his china cup.

"That makes me feel so much better," James mumbled as the redhead left the room. "What are you doing here Al?"

"I was here far longer than you," Al muttered, flicking his wand. The chess set that had been set to the side moved over and Wally settled back into the place of black. "And I will defeat you this time, Wallace."

"It's Wally, Albus," the speedster corrected before giving a cocky grin. "Bring it on, snake."

Chess was one of the games that hadn't been badly affected since his accident. The turn based game had always been a long one for Wally, given he liked to think between his moves, sometimes for hours. Now it only took him (normal time) a few seconds to decide. It was a good change.

Five minutes later Al shoved the board to the side in disgust. "It's irritating that although I can outplay anyone at Hogwarts, you and Uncle Ron will always blitz me like it's the easiest bloody thing in the world."

"You were doing better," Wally encouraged. "Another game?"

"I'll have a go," James volunteered. "Move, Professor."

The Potions Master of Hogwarts gave a mock-haughty glare but stood and walked out.

"I'll go easy," Wally promised because James was possibly the worst person in chess that Wally had ever faced, but James refuted.

"That makes it worse, baby red. Just play me like you play all your girls. Pawn F4."

Wally rolled his eyes. "E6." The black pawn moved forward, silent as the night. All of Wally's pieces were silent, as he didn't appreciate them piping up while he was concentrating. "I thought you were dealing with dragon pox crisis."

"Pawn G4," James ordered before explaining, "I would be, but Pomfrey had me assigned as your personal healer. Which basically means I get to lounge around and do nothing." The dark haired man looked pretty pleased with that.

"You mean you get to spend more time with this mysterious Zatanna," Wally teased. Despite their rocky start, the eldest and the witch were still together these two months past.

James gave a small shrug and a grin. His ears were red. "It's a coincidence that she happens to have come to Central City for the next week for a tour, no matter what you try to prove otherwise."

"I'm sure," Wally agreed unconvincingly. "QH4."

"Checkmate," the Queen declared in a velvet voice.

James let out a low, complicated and rather obtuse curse as he counted the moves. "Two moves. That's worse than last time."

"It can't get any worse than two moves," Wally offered optimistically, struggling to keep his amusement off his face. "You can only go up."

And it was the same for himself, Wally realised after a moment. This accident, it had bad sides, sure. But he could make it be good too. "Like chess," he muttered after a moment, and James gave him a queer look.